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Interesting and Mixed Feelings
Short Fiction意趣杂感
Pink Water Droplets
Remember life - remember the insights in life. Every person, every life, has its own temperature. Even if it cannot warm others, it will warm yourself; write your own life, read your own story, leave traces of the past, and not be obliterated by the dust of the years.
Remember life - remember the insights in life. Every person, every life, has its own temperature. Even if it cannot warm others, it will warm yourself; write your own life, read your own story, leave traces of the past, and not be obliterated by the dust of the years.

Gone with the Wind
Short Fiction随风而逝
Pink Water Droplets
I have never dared to post the poems I wrote for decades. I always thought that I was not qualified to write poetry, and these words were just to express my emotions. However, today, because of something, the whole Internet has become a poet. Looking back, although my words cannot be called great... But they are written with heart, thoughts and expressions - ... I used to have a kind of admiration for poetry - those great poems are all sacrifices to the soul, high and difficult to reach - but now I know that if they are arranged in rows, they can be poems! Hehe! I'm sorry, my beloved great poets, I don't dare to stand above you. However, as a poet at this time, I feel that I should take out these lines of words to show them. At least, these words are the cry of the soul-- To the poetry I love, and to the great poets (it is not poetry that pollutes the mind, eyes and mouth)!
I have never dared to post the poems I wrote for decades. I always thought that I was not qualified to write poetry, and these words were just to express my emotions. However, today, because of something, the whole Internet has become a poet. Looking back, although my words cannot be called great... But they are written with heart, thoughts and expressions - ... I used to have a kind of admiration for poetry - those great poems are all sacrifices to the soul, high and difficult to reach - but now I know that if they are arranged in rows, they can be poems! Hehe! I'm sorry, my beloved great poets, I don't dare to stand above you. However, as a poet at this time, I feel that I should take out these lines of words to show them. At least, these words are the cry of the soul-- To the poetry I love, and to the great poets (it is not poetry that pollutes the mind, eyes and mouth)!